Page 94 of Dangerous Beginnings

With deliberate slowness, he drags a chair across the wooden floor, the scraping sound echoing through the eerie silence of the cabin. Positioning it directly in front of where I am sitting, he settles into the seat with predatory grace, his knees spread wide in a commanding stance.

With a cold intensity in his eyes, he reaches out and pulls my chair closer to his own, the movement so deliberate and calm. Our faces are mere inches apart, I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Locked in his gaze, my breath catches in my throat.

“You see, Isabella,” he begins, his voice low and menacing, “fear is such a fascinating thing. It has the power to strip awayeverything—your confidence, your strength, your very sense of self.” My breath catches in my throat as his words wash over me, the weight of his dominance pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. “But it’s not just fear that intrigues me,” Aslanov continues, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. “It’s the way people respond to it. The way it twists and contorts them, bending them to my will.” With a cruel smile, he reaches out and traces a finger along my jawline, yet I don’t turn my face away. “You, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with malice, “are no exception. I daresay you might be more susceptible than most.”

This time I turn my face away, scrunching the bridge of my nose. His hand finds my jaw and with one swift pull, he makes eye contact with me once more. “Eyes on me Isabella,” he pauses, “eyes on the criminal that’s going to make you cum over and over again until it becomes torture.”Oh my.A rash of heat runs up my neck. A shiver of anticipation races down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I can neither deny nor control.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he hoists me over his shoulder again and carries me into a darkened room, my body limps with fear and resignation. The sound of my muffled whimpering fills the air as he navigates through the shadows, his steps echoing against the wooden floorboards.

Upon reaching the room, he sets me down gently, his touch almost tender against my skin. But any semblance of gentleness is quickly shattered as he secures my wrists to the hook dangling from the ceiling, leaving me suspended in the darkness like a trapped bird.

My breath catches in my throat as I hang there, my body trembling with the effort to maintain my balance on tiptoe. My heart pounds in my chest, the weight of my captivity pressing down on me with suffocating force.

With a cruel smile, he produces a sharp blade and cuts throughthe zip ties binding my ankles, freeing my legs with a swift motion. He walks around me, so eerily calm and slow.

I can feel the heat of his body pressed against my back, his presence comforting yet commanding presence that left me feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. With each breath, I can feel the tension building between us, the anticipation of what was to come sending a shiver down my spine.

Aslanov’s hands deftly move to remove his tie, the smooth silk fabric sliding through his fingers and the sound lingering through the room. With a practiced motion, he places the tie over my eyes, the luxurious material enveloping me in darkness. It smells like him, it’s intoxicating.

I can feel his presence behind me, his warmth radiating against my skin as he secures the tie in place. I lean in against him until he disappears from behind me, his body heat leaving me. Suddenly very aware of the situation I’m in, my breathing picks up. My toes curl on the wooden floor under me, trying to remain balanced.

After a silence the tape is ripped from my mouth with a swift motion, his fingers brush against my skin with a possessive grip. I winch as the adhesive pulls at my skin, my lips tingling with the sudden rush of sensation.

“Quiet.”

My mouth immediately clasp shut.

“I only want to hear your whimpers, moans, and your cries of fucking submission.”

My lip trembles, where can I sign up for that mental asylum?

Suddenly his hands tug at the dress I’m wearing, slowly moving it down towards my ankles, leaving it on the floor. I can feel him kneel in front of me. And as he slowly comes back up his hand traces my inner thigh. I let my head fall back and curl my toes at the sensation. This is the worst sin I’m going to commit, and I’m aroused by that thought.

Aslanov’s touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting a fire deep within me that threatens to consume me entirely. With each tantalizing caress, my breath hitches in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest as desire courses through my veins. And just before my heated core, he stops, pulling his hand away. I can feel the heat of his body lingering in the air, his presence a potent reminder of the power he holds over me.

“Having second thoughts Isabella?” A soft whimper escapes my mouth. “Bad girl,” he murmurs as he brushes his lips against my cheek.

“I’m not,” I murmur under my breath.

“There’s nowhere you could hide from me, I’d hunt you down.” And for that, I knew it was the truth. Shivers run down my body, causing goosebumps everywhere.

Aslanov’s voice cuts through the darkness again, low and commanding, as he speaks just inches from my ear. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

His words send a shiver down my spine, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, even though I can’t see him through the blindfold.

With deliberate slowness, he trails his fingertips along my exposed skin, tracing a path from my collarbone down to the curve of my hip. Each touch is calculated, designed to elicit a response from me, to make me squirm with anticipation. And I do.

But just as I begin to lose myself in the sensation, he pulls away, leaving me hanging on the edge of desire. “You want more?” he taunts, his voice dripping with malice.

“Yes,” I moan as his hand suddenly slaps my bare ass, hard. A yelp escapes my mouth as I bite my lips closed.

“Beg.” My heart rate drops. “And I’ll promise you that you’ll have to beg me harder for my touch than I’d ever had to begyou.” His lips are now pressed against my ear and my whole skin is covered in goosebumps.

Before I can respond, he leans in close, his lips brushing against mine in a tantalizing tease. My whole body trembles with need, craving more of his touch, more of his control.

But just as quickly as he initiates the kiss, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and wanting. “You want me, don’t you?” he whispers, his voice a rough lure. “How desperate are you exactly?”

A frustrated scream fills the room…he is mimicking me from the time I suppressed him in the cell. And it fucking backfires. I should have known that action wasn’t going to be left unpunished. I grit my teeth together.

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